Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 30

Olivia’s POV

I saw a beautiful girl, following Fin’s gaze. She had short, sleek shoulder-length hair and wore a fitted black satin dress that shimmered under the soft yacht lighting. Her posture was confident-like someone used to being in control

of a room.

Before I could even wonder who she was, Fin had already started moving. “That’s Jess Wood,” he told me, his tone tightening just a little. “General manager of the Washington branch.”

Jess was halfway to the stairs when Fin called out to her. “Ms. Wood!”

She turned. “Fin,” she replied, crisp but familiar. “It’s been a while.”

She was about to continue up when she caught sight of me.

Her expression cooled further. The once-neutral look sharpened as her eyes landed on me like I was a detail out of place.

“And this is?” she asked flatly.

I stepped forward, holding out my hand with a polite smile. “Olivia Whitmore. Alpha Alexander’s secretary.”

She didn’t shake my hand. She didn’t even pretend to consider it. Her eyes stayed on mine a beat longer-long enough to make a point-then she turned and walked off like I didn’t exist.

I let my hand fall, not bothering to mask my awkward exhale. Fin watched Jess disappear inside, then rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh.

“She was raised in the Green household,” he muttered. “Her mom and Alpha Alexander’s mother were close. There’s some… emotional entanglement there.”

I nodded slowly. “So that’s why Washington was the first stop.”

Fin didn’t answer, but his silence said enough. No wonder Alexander wanted to come here himself. You don’t send assistants to handle ghosts from your past.

Once the yacht set sail, Fin and I stepped back into the main cabin, Music hummed low, champagne flowed, and con- versations buzzed in moneyed tones. Alexander stood at the center of it all, surrounded by the familiar polished elite of Washington.

Adele Vasalin, still clinging to his side, laughed at something he said. She was charming, confident—probably used to getting what she wanted. Alexander, to his credit, kept it professional. Polite. Controlled.

Jess, meanwhile, lingered nearby. She didn’t speak much, but her presence was solid, claiming space that no one else

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Cared to tou. I

feel something.

was hard not to feel

could sense the exact moment I started thinking too much, Alexander’s eyes cut across the room

Sharp. Steady.

instantly

cooler than I expected. I made my way to a quiet spot on the upper deck where two chairs faced the ocean. I

Finally, alone.

purse and pulled out my old cell phone. I hadn’t turned it on since getting my new number-too many ghosts. But

flickered

missed calls. Dozens of messages.

business

I opened WhatsApp.

up at the top of the

answer any calls.” “It’s Ethan.” “He’s calling everyone trying to find you.” “He’s panicking. Please

over the reply box, but I

calls, scattered panic from every corner of

set off

the whole world looking

a long while, numb, before finally logging out of WhatsApp. But the torment didn’t end

up in the notification bar of my old phone. At first, his mes- sages were calm-too calm. He asked where I was, said he

And then… pathetic.

voice message, sent barely five minutes ago. His voice was cracked, shaking.

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it at first, just sniffling and a few broken phrases. Then came the

asshole. Please… just one more chance. Just one. I’ll take anything-punishment, shame, even death, if that’s what you want. Just don’t leave me like this. Please… please take this trip. I’ll wait for you to come home. I swear. I’ll fix everything. One mistake… just one… do I deserve to

thumb hovered over

holding my

I couldn’t do

nearly threw it into the sea, but stopped myself. Not because of sentiment-just logic. I didn’

out at the waves, letting the silence cool my nerves. A long while

Alexander was calling everyone

the entertainment lounge, and it was like entering a smoky casino. The lights were dim, the air smelled like expensive cigars and old money. Alexander sat near

of

sat next to him, slouched slightly, her elbow resting on the table. Her cheeks

looking at her, he gave a small

No drama. No warmth.

Fin tried to help her. She shook him off like

sighed and looked at

think you should try. Maybe she’ll

blinked at him.